Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Icehouse,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.